His own armor's been a constant source of concern, given that he needs to keep it charged, and he doesn't even have any mods that need running. It's not clear if she's run hers...or if she even can. God knows that his H.U.D. was utterly fried on arrival, despite his helmet's waterproof capabilities.

And, of course, there's no real way to repair it.

He scrambles free and makes short work of checking that everything's intact - all his hardware is in place, and he doesn't seem to have suffered more than a few bumps and bruises. Fine.

Then he realizes that Tex is no longer standing.

"...are you okay?"